He could feel her stare boring into his back–her back–and it only fueled him more.

In the living room, he flopped onto the couch, crossing her legs with a flourish. He sat on the edge, the mattress dipping, and spread his legs wide, stockings framing his thighs, the teddy’s hem riding up to bare his pussy–pink and swollen, already wet. “You’re seriously asking that _now_?”

He shrugged, the t-shirt shifting to expose more of his midriff–her midriff–and sat up, Beautiful Face crossing his legs beneath him. “You’re…